Trance-tory Telecommunications
The clock said it was 10 p.m. when the first call came in on friday night. Emma was at her computer, checking the latest releases from her favorite bands on iTunes and secretly venting her anger at her boyfriend. They normally would be out having a fun time on friday night, seeing a movie, talking and laughing. But not tonight, no, on this friday they were each separate, maybe even for good. Hudson had been pushing for Emma to take their relationship further for a little while now, and recently his pushing got a little too aggressive. When the phone rang, Emma jumped back and out of her thoughts.
Looking across her bedroom, Emma watched the landline by her bed and realized the phone there remained silent. This call was on her cell in her purse. Reluctantly, she got up and went over to her dresser. Sifting through the contents in her purse, Emma just knew who it was. It was Hudson, probably calling to beg forgiveness or something. All he wanted to do was get in her pants, she knew that much after their last argument. Stupid jerk will probably say anything just to give him another shot at getting what he wants, Emma thought. The phone rang a second time before she finally fished it out.
Looking at the glowing screen, Emma was a little surprised. This wasn’t Hudson. The caller ID only said Trance Tele. Shoving thoughts of her boyfriend out of her mind, Emma answered the call.
“Hello?”
“Hello there, I am a representative with Trance-tory Telecommunications and I was wondering if I could have just a few minutes of your time?”
Emma looked back at her computer and the sad amount of entertainment she was finding on this lonely friday night. What the hell, she thought.
“Okay, that’s fine.” She answered.
“Great,” The voice responded, a strong deep masculine voice. “First of all, may I have your name and age?”
“My name is Emma Michaels and I’m sixteen.” Emma replied, with bored acceptance that this was most likely to be her most interesting moment of the night.
“Okay, Emma, may I call you Emma?”
“Sure, that’s fine.”
“Good, now Emma, I would like to ask you a few questions and get your responses. Would that be okay?”
Emma switched the phone to her other ear and went over to her computer, taking a seat. “Sure, that’s okay.”
“Great Emma, could you please tell me how long you’ve owned this phone?”
“I’ve had it since I turned sixteen and started driving, about nine months now.”
“Excellent, and could you tell me if you use it for emergencies or all the time?”
Emma leaned back, bored with this line of questioning. “I use it all the time.”
“Good, now you attend school, can you tell me the name of the school?”
“West Elmer’s High School.”
“Okay, and how often do you let men fuck you?”
“Excuse me?” Emma said sitting straight up.
“I asked how often do you let friends call you?” The deep voice replied calmly.
“Oh” Emma said confused and looking around the room. “I... I guess they can call me whenever they want. I usually turn this phone off when I go to bed, but otherwise... anytime.”
“That’s great, Emma, now would you mind if I checked the signal quality on your end?”
Still somewhat confused and almost positive she’d heard something different before, Emma looked around the room and settled back into her chair. “No, I don’t mind, what do you need me to do?”
“This is really simple Emma. Can you put your phone on speaker and set it down in front of you, preferably on a table or desk?”
Emma did as requested and laid the phone on the desk next to her keyboard. “Okay now what?” She asked, leaning in over the phone.
“Now just listen to this series of tones and then, when they finish, tell me how many you could clearly make out.”
Sitting there quietly, Emma closed her eyes and listened intently as the phone suddenly blared out a high pitched tone. It continued and soon a second lower tone came in. She focused as much of her attention as possible on distinguishing the tones from each other. For some reason, right when Emma felt a new tone was about to come in to play, it simply stopped or never even started. It was a strange tingling sensation that slowly began running up her spine as the two tones she could hear slowly faded. For several seconds the room was silent and Emma remained seated, leaning over the phone, her mouth just slightly open. Suddenly the deep voice returned.
“Emma, can you tell me how many tones were clear on your end?”
Shaking her head slightly, the girl looked confused for a moment or two, almost as if she’d drifted to sleep. Picking up the phone, she switched it back and put it to her ear. “I only heard two tones clearly. I thought there might be more but I’m not sure.”
“Hmmm... you’re right Emma, there were more. But thank you for your time. You have been most helpful this evening.”
The man hung up and the line went dead. For several minutes, Emma remained sitting there looking at the phone. Something seemed strange about that entire conversation. Eventually she found herself once again searching for songs on her computer. Somehow though, none of her usual songs seemed quite right for her. Instead, by the end of her night, Emma had downloaded some new songs. They went completely against her normal interests and had lyrics that really seemed to degrade women but somehow, Emma was liking the sound. It just kind of filled her, she thought, listening to it as she fell asleep.
By the next evening, Emma was still trying to put her boyfriend out of her mind. She’d managed to have plenty of fun on her own and tonight would be no different. Her thoughts about Hudson’s actions had been more intense throughout the day, and somehow that didn’t bother her in the least. So he wanted to fuck me, Emma thought. He’s not worthy of my cunt. All day long, words had been floating in and out of her mind, much more crude language than the innocent girl had ever tossed around before. Some of this she attributed to her new music which, while very trendy, was also filled with expletives and harsh content. She was listening to some of this music while reading a book, when the phone rang that night.
Removing her headphones, Emma looked around. Just as the night before, it was almost exactly 10 p.m. and the call was coming in on her cell, not the bedroom phone which lay dusty on the end table.
“Hello?” Emma answered.
“Hello there, this is Trance-tory Telecommunications. Can I speak with Emma?”
“This is Emma.” She replied, wondering why they were calling her back.
“Great, you remember our recent call. Well Emma, we’ve done some modifications to hopefully enhance our signal and I was hoping to ask you just a few basic questions and then see if you can hear any more tones. Would that be okay?”
The deep voice sounded awfully happy and Emma certainly wasn’t feeling the same way. Still, she didn’t exactly have lots of other stuff going on right now. “Okay fine.” She said.
“Excellent, now Emma, you mentioned you were in High School, can you tell me how many of your friends have phones like yours?”
“Most of them, I guess. I mean some of their phones are fancier than mine, but just about everyone seems to have one.” The girl answered, laying back on her bed.
“Okay, and could you tell me whether most of your friends use their phones for emergencies or any time such as yourself?”
“Oh, I’m sure they almost all just use their phones when they want to. Some of them use them in class sometimes, even though we really aren’t supposed to.” Emma replied, growing bored again.
“Great, and can you tell me how often do strange men tag team you?”
“What?” Emma asked, unsure if she understood the question.
“I asked, how often do estranged friends play phone tag with you?”
“Oh, um... well I guess not that often. I’m not really estranged with anyone, unless you consider my boyfriend. We aren’t speaking right now. But he hasn’t tried to call me lately.”
“I’m sorry to hear that, but thanks for answering my questions. Now would you mind laying the phone down and switching over to speaker. We’ll give the tone test another go.”
Doing as requested, Emma leaned back and shut her eyes as she focused on the piercing tones. This time she could clearly hear two tones right away, and slowly over the course of about a minute, one more low tone came into the background. Her head felt strange as she lay there, almost as though it were filled with fluids that sloshed around as the tones echoed inside her brain. When the phone finally went silent, Emma blinked a few times and breathed deeply. Picking up the phone, she switched it back and spoke slowly.
“This time, I heard three tones.”
“Great job, very good progress. Thank you very much for your time.”
Flipping the phone shut, Emma leaned back and ran her hands along her belly. As she felt the warmth of her skin, strange sensations seemed to float just below the surface in her mind. She put her headphones back on and laid the book aside. Closing her eyes, the teenage girl drifted to sleep, listening to the grunge rock song call women ‘dirty little hoes’.
The next day was even more fun for Emma. She was now managing to forget all about her lousy horn-ball of a boyfriend, and spent much of the day shopping at the mall with girlfriends. They were all a little shocked at how open she was being, telling them how Hudson had a great cock and all but just because she liked him didn’t mean her cunt wanted to ride him like a bus. Several of her closest friends even left when Emma began trying on outfits like she’d never worn before. She ended up leaving the mall with three new mini-skirts and several extremely cleavage-revealing tank-tops. She just loved the way her young rack shimmied as she’d been trying the tops on. Her friends were acting like prudes, Emma thought. Just because you dressed to show off what you got, didn’t mean you were willing to give it all away.
It was later in the evening, after a short talk from her parents about how they didn’t feel it appropriate for someone her age to wear the type of clothing she’d purchased, that the phone rang again.
This time, Emma didn’t even look at her unused bedroom phone. She went and fished out the cell, seeing that it was in fact the same number that had called the last two nights. Placing the phone to her ear, Emma answered with a rather chipper voice. “Hello.”
“Hello, this is Trance-tory Communications. Is this Emma?”
“Yep, this is she.” Emma said smiling, as she lay back on her bed.
“Hi there, Emma. So sorry to bother you again, but we’ve been working on the problem with your phone and I was hoping you’d be willing to answer a few more questions and give the tone test another try. Would you be up for that?”
Emma loved the deep masculine voice and felt tingles just listening to it. “That sounds fine. Go ahead.” She replied.
“Great, now Emma we’ve discussed your friends phone habits. Would you mind if I asked more about your home phone habits?”
“No.”
“Okay, your parents. Do they have phones like yours?”
“Yes, they actually got a package deal, so theirs are exactly like this one.”
“Good, and do they allow your friends to call at any hour or do they put restrictions on that kind of usage?”
“No, I don’t guess so. They trust me enough to be responsible for when my friends call.” Emma said, closing her eyes and listening to the voice.
“Do you often touch yourself?” The deep voice asked.
“What?” The girl asked, confused.
“I asked, are you tough on yourself? You mentioned being responsible, are you tough that way?”
“Oh... um... well I don’t guess so.” Emma replied, fairly positive something else was asked.
“That’s fine, and do you like getting stuffed with cum?”
Emma shot upright in bed and held the phone out a little. “What did you ask?” She asked, her voice confused and angry.
“I’m sorry, the connection must be losing the signal again. I simply was asking if you like getting free stuff or games? I only ask because we at Trance-tory Telecommunications can set you up with some trial software for your phone, you know games and such.”
Emma slowly sat back down and leaned against her headboard. “Oh, well sure, I’d like that.”
“Perfect, now if you could please switch over to speaker and we’ll try the tones again.”
This time Emma was positive she heard four tones, almost getting a hint of the fifth tone, but it just never came into clarity. After laying there for what seemed like hours, Emma sluggishly picked up the phone and told the man how many tones she’d heard.
“Excellent, were getting much better. Thank you again for your time.”
The rest of that evening was a slight blur to Emma. She recalled hanging up the phone and then feeling like trying on some of her outfits she’d gotten. But after that, all she remembered was laying on her bed, caressing the smooth fabric of her skirt and top. She woke up late the next morning with one hand buried beneath her skirt and the other pulling at one of her perky breasts. Smiling, she pulled herself out of bed and walked over to the dresser mirror. Giving a wicked grin, Emma reached up and cupped her breasts. She squeezed lightly at them and pushed them up so they fell out over her top. Leaning back and moaning slightly, the teenager pinched her nipples and spoke dirty to herself. “You like this don’t you slut, groping your tits like this, yes.” Emma groaned.
A knock at her door nearly gave her a heart attack as she jumped back, her tits jiggling all over as she planted herself on the bed. Quickly tucking her breasts back into cover, Emma did her best to hide her nervous voice.
“Who is it?”
“It’s dad, honey. Are you still in bed? I know you’re out of school now, but you can’t just sleep the summer away.”
Emma breathed deeply. “No, I’m up, I was just getting ready to leave now.”
“Okay honey.” Her dad said, walking away from the door.
Much of the day was spent walking around town, the mall, a fast food joint where many of her friends hung out, the park. Everywhere she went, Emma made sure she put a nice swing in her step and bent down low in front of every male pair of eyes she could find. Teasing men with her young body was quickly becoming very fun. She even went so far as to ‘accidentally’ bump into the back of one older man she saw standing in line at the mall. He just about dropped his purchases when he turned and saw a cute young teenager with large tits barely contained inside her top pushing into him.
That evening, Emma wasn’t surprised at all to hear her cell ring at right around 10 p.m. She cheerfully plopped down at her computer desk and answered the phone.
“Hi there.”
“Hello, this is Trance-tory Telecommunications, am I speaking with Emma?”
“Of course you are, cutie.” Emma said, flirting over the phone.
“Great, well Emma, I think we’ve finally figured out the reception problems you seem to be having. Would you be willing to answer just a few more questions and see if we can’t get everything straightened out?”
Emma leaned into the mouthpiece and huskily replied. “Anything you want baby.”
“Excellent, now Emma I haven’t asked yet but could you tell me, are you satisfied with your phone service so far?”
The teenage girl grew giddy at the word ‘satisfied’ but managed to remain calm and answer the question. “Yes, oh yes I am very satisfied so far.”
“Great, and can you tell me how much fucking you’ve been doing lately?”
Emma held the phone for several seconds, her mind wanting to scream that something was wrong again. Instead she simply asked. “How much fucking?”
The deep voice seemed to waver a moment and then came on more clearly. “Talking, I said how much talking have you been doing, you know, on the phone.”
“Oh” Emma said, laughing, “I’m sorry, um... I really haven’t been talking much the last several days on my phone. I guess I’ve been busy.”
“That’s fine, now could you tell me if I’ve answered all your concerns, I haven’t made you feel like getting screwed have I?”
Again Emma felt strange but was sure she’d misheard once again. Leaning back in her chair, the teenager simply answered. “You’ve been great baby, really great.”
“Thank you, now just one last time, could you please switch over to speaker and lay the phone in front of you. We’ll see if you can’t pick up all the individual tones this time.”
It was much clearer this time, as Emma pressed back into her chair and drooped slightly, her chin resting on her young breasts. The tones were simply flowing one on top of another, filling her mind with all kinds of fuzzy thoughts. One thing was clear though, she was distinctly hearing five crystal clear tones. Stretching, Emma looked around her room with an entirely new perspective. She found herself dreamily switching the phone back and placing her ear to it.
“I heard five tones, they were very nice.” Emma said.
“That’s good, Emma I guess I’m finished here. I’m very glad we were able to work this out and I’m certain you need to get out and find yourself a cock to ride.”
Emma smiled into the phone and never even questioned the smooth deep voice. “Okay, gotta go get fucked. Bye Bye.”
It was only ten minutes later that Emma quietly crept past her parent’s bedroom and down the stairs. She’d quickly gotten dressed in one of her mini-skirts, not even bothering with panties. Her top was quite snug and revealed her large tits to any leering eyes she might come across. Of course, she’d gone without a bra. Bras only served to hide her pointy nipples, which grew even harder as she stepped out into a crisp early summer night.
Strolling down the street, Emma laughingly recalled her fight with Hudson. He’d wanted to fuck her and for some unknown reason she’d refused. Why would she ever refuse a willing cock. Riding cocks was such a fun experience. Emma hadn’t even exactly done it, but she knew she wanted to and could barely contain her excitement at what that willing cock would spray inside her. She just couldn’t wait to feel blast after blast of frothy hot semen being dumped inside her body. She didn’t even care where, as long as the sperm ended up in her, the more the better.
At the end of her block, Emma saw a car stopped at the traffic light. Inside were several college guys, or at least they appeared to be about that age. What really caught her attention was that they were playing one of the grunge songs she’d downloaded a couple of days ago. She skipped happily up to the driver’s side door as the music blared out the windows, filling her with images of women being put in their places.
“Hi there.” Emma said, smiling, and speaking loudly so the boys could hear her over the stereo.
“The guy driving stared at her for several long seconds, his eyes level with her bouncing teenage tits, her nipples thrust right at him. He slowly looked from the petite hot teenager around to his friends. They all smiled and he replied. “Hey babe, what’s a cute little thing like you doing out at this hour?”
As the passenger turned the stereo down, Emma grinned and leaned over allowing a generous view down her top. “I’m just out looking for a cock to ride. You wouldn’t know where I might find one would you?”
The light had changed minutes ago, but the car never moved an inch as all four guys stared blankly at the hot girl asking for a cock to ride. Slowly, they all grinned as the driver looked Emma up and down. “Baby, we’ve got four cocks right here. You can ride em all you like.”
“Oh goody, oh boy.” Emma squealed. “Do you have plenty of cum? I really want lots and lots of cum.”
As the driver put the car in park and turned off the engine, one of his buddies spoke up first. “Damn, honey, we’ll give you so much cum you won’t be able to walk for a week.”
Emma really wasn’t sure what the boy meant, but really didn’t care as the four of them got out and all walked around to greet her more personally. In no time, her straps had slid down on either side of her shoulders and her large tits were being groped by a couple of the guys. The two others kneeled down and rubbed their hands up and down her legs, one guy even being so bold as to shove his hand up between her thighs.
“Let’s give the little girl what she wants.” The driver said, as he shoved Emma back onto the hood of his car. It was really warm and made her excited to be taken so roughly and forcefully.
“Oh yesss, oh come on fuck me.” Emma cried out as she took her very first cock. It was far from the last one that would fill her young cunt that night.
For over an hour, the quiet neighborhood was filled with the loud shrieking sounds of the teenage girl as she was fucked hard over the hood of the car. The college guys tag-teamed her for much of the time, each one taking a chance to fill her cunt with thick juicy sperm. They were rough and abusive with her, just as she requested, squeezing her tits so hard, Emma felt like she’d pass out at times. She loved the whole experience, wrapping her legs tightly around one guy as another would shove his cock down her throat. She was bounced back and forth between the boys like a toy they weren’t worried about breaking. Eventually, fears of someone around calling the cops led to Emma being taken back to their dorm room. Once there, the young teenage girl learned just how many cocks she could have all in one night.
By the time she trudged up to her door early the next morning, Emma was completely covered with sperm. It was in her hair, her clothing, all over her legs. Thick dribbles of the stuff ran from her sore cunt and her ass. Her mouth was filled with the bitter taste and she loved it. With aching muscles, Emma climbed the stairs and went to the bathroom. As she started her shower, she heard a knock at the door.
“Emma, honey, it’s good to see you’re not going to spend all day in bed again. Your mother and I are going out for the day but we’ll be home before dinner.”
Pulling off the last of her clothes, Emma jumped into the hot shower, massaging every abused curve on her young body. “Okay daddy.” Emma said smiling.
As the shower managed to freshen the teenager up, Emma thought about her plans for the day. Surprisingly she wasn’t tired at all. She had more energy now than she’d had in some time and she couldn’t wait to call Hudson and get his eager cock over to her house for some all-day enjoyment. Being a slut was fun, she thought, recalling all the abusive terms she’d been called at the college dorms. She only wanted to be stuffed with cock, and she really didn’t care whose it was. Hell, she thought, soaping up her tits, the next time daddy tried to ground her for something, maybe a little time in the sack could take care of everything. It sounded good to her.